Feelin' a bit peaked

Yesterday morning I woke up with... well, let's just say it felt like buffaloes were running around trampling my lower intestines flat. I got to know the back of my bathroom door much better than I ever wanted to, as I spent much of the day staring at it. 'Nuff said.

Strangely enough, the malady didn't take my appetite, and I didn't notice any particular effects for better or worse after eating the delicious breakfast that Bear cooked up for us. But neither did the problem go away.



Last night, when I laid down to sleep, the rumbling started. My guts started howling and hooting and rumbling audibly, and they're still doing it this morning. I think whatever this is has moved on to "stage 2", wherein everything is trying to reinflate itself after the buffalo run, and perhaps doing the job a little too well.

I feel a bit peaked, like I just want to drape myself over the furniture and sigh a lot.